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SABOTAGE BEGINS ~MABLE POV~ I woke up to forty-three notifications. It's not the slow kind of alert, where your phone buzzes a bit and then again, giving you a heads-up for what's next. It's that instant kind. The kind where you grab your phone when you're barely awake and it's so busy, your brain takes a sec to figure it out. I sat up. The first group chat message I opened had the photo attached.

“Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?” Her phone did a whoosh sound. As the first time hearing it, she decided it was Gossip’s in-app notification. She remembered she heard at the launching at Mall of Asia that the app never sends a notification if it’s not currently open on your screen. It was a new chat under the Unreplied tab. Erric_Lin: don’t be so loud babe Mea felt startled. She looked around to find Erric but he wasn’t at any of the tables. He can’t be in the kitchen either.

******* After signing off the cheque and putting it in an envelope, Roth picked up the phone to check the notification, while thinking that it seemed like Tristan had fallen off the face of the earth. The notification on the phone made Roth’s eyes go wide - it was not from Mr. Brown’s assistant, instead it was from the I*******m app, and it said: Tristan Faughn posted for the first time in a while. I*******m usually gives out this notification to your followers if it’s been very long since you posted on i*******m, and it surely had been for Tristan. Roth had never clicked on a notification faster in his life. Within seconds he was on the app and the fraction of a second that it took for Tris

Shanelle POV I sat on my bed the next morning, clutching my phone tightly in my hands. The screen displayed a seemingly never-ending stream of notifications, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. My heart raced as I watched my video from the frat party trend across social media platforms. It was as if people couldn't get enough of it, sharing it from one corner of the internet to another. And with each share, a flood of comments and feedback poured in, all directed at me.

Her gaze drifted toward the windows. Then back to the bed. Then to her phone lying only a few inches away. She reached for it lazily. The screen lit up instantly. Facial recognition unlocked it. A swipe downward flooded the screen with notifications. W******p messages. Emails. Social media alerts. And several other app notifications. Her eyes skimmed through them without interest. Then she swiped them away. A second later, her thumb found the X app. Tap. The feed appeared. She began scrolling.

I had a couple of messages but nothing that really interested me. After checking my Facebook messages I scrolled through my newsfeed. Exiting Facebook I saw I had some notifications on my Instagram. Opening my app I saw it was because I had a new follower, @sethgreer had followed me. My mouth fell open. Seeing I had a message I wondered who it could be from. Opening it up I about choked on the air itself when I saw that Seth had sent me a direct message.

I perch my ass on the high stool by the bar and pour myself a glass of whatever I picked. I take a sip and hum. Scotch. Fitting. My phone buzzes from where I placed it on the bar table beside me. I jump and reach for it quickly. A notification. My heart sinks just as fast when I see that it’s not him. Not from him. Notifications from my Snapchat and TikTok. I thought I muted them when I muted I*******m earlier. There’s also a text from Mia. I read her text through the preview. “I hope you are enjoying your hot date. I want all the tea in my DM by tomorrow.” Her text reads with too many exclamation marks.

It was one notification after another. My frown deepened, as I narrowed my eyes when the notifications weren’t stopping. Confused, I unlocked the screen and the second I did, my eyes widened. 99+ Notifications. 99+ Messages. 99+ Mentions. All under the same tag. #PhynixFamily I blinked once, my sleepiness completely vanishing as I sucked in a breath in pure shock. “What the hell?” My heart started beating faster as I opened the app and the moment the page loaded, I nearly dropped my phone.

The buzzing continues. I slap blindly for the phone, knock over the water glass, and finally grab it on the fourth attempt. The screen is already lit with notifications. Dozens of them. I squint at the top one, a news alert from some trashy gossip site I've never subscribed to. "Billionaire Bride Caught Cheating? Exclusive Photos from Wild Club Night" My stomach drops. I tap the link before my brain fully catches up. The headline is worse than the preview. The photo loads instantly.

I sigh , and opened my I*******m, already knowing what I was about to see. I had plans to post the photos Maria helped me to take while we’re kayaking. The notifications loaded slowly, then all at once, like a flood I’d invited in myself. The comment count had multiplied, far more than when I last checked. Some comments were predictable, compliments, fire emojis, people calling me stunning, asking where I was, what hotel. I scrolled anyway. I uploaded some of the pictures on my story, When I checked the story views, my thumb slowed. Then stopped.